"It's nothing major, I came out after a bath," Si said—Li Changzhou really wanted to use a black hand to cover her mouth, "He just happened to teleport into my hall, thankfully, I was wrapped in a bath towel."
Thankfully!
Si had only lost her emotions, not her intelligence!
"What!" Li Qianxia leaned back on the sofa, very disappointed with Li Changzhou.
She thought there would be another Divine Race sister-in-law, and in the "Honey Pot World," they could play women's mahjong.
Yang Qinglan's eyes, clear as water, stared at Li Changzhou for a second before saying: "In the future, when you go to someone else's house, use 'Teleportation' to inform them first. Be polite, understand?"
"Understood."
"If you understand, scratch your eye corner, it's hard to bear, but scratch less, your eyes will get infected."
"...Actually, I'm scratching outside the corner of my eye."
"I'm telling you to scratch less."
"...."
